Trumpets and Beer
I think of trumpets and beer when I step onto my back deck. The trumpet vines are a-blooming and the hop vines are beginning to flower. They signal good times ahead.
The hops are beginning to flower
Vigorous vines will be home to hundreds of hop cones
When the hop cones are ready for picking, I will pop a few into a cold glass of light lager or mild pale ale, and gently stir. I'll 'soup it up', so to speak. And I'll sit, relax and listen to some good tunes. Maybe a bit of Louis Armstrong.
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